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Stedman and Hutchinson, comps. A Library of American Literature:
An Anthology in Eleven Volumes. 1891.
Vols. IX–XI: Literature of the Republic, Part IV., 1861–1889

The Garden at Bemerton

By Lizette Woodworth Reese (1856–1935)

[For a Fly-leaf of Herbert’s Poems.]

YEAR after year, from dusk to dusk,

How sweet this English garden grows!

Steeped in two centuries’ sun and musk,

Walled from the world in gray repose,

Harbor of honey-freighted bees,

And wealthy with the rose.

Here pinks with spices in their throats

Nod by the bitter marigold;

Here nightingales with haunting notes,

When west and east with stars are bold,

From out the twisted hawthorn trees

Sing back the weathers old.

All tuneful winds do down it pass;

The leaves a sudden whiteness show,

And delicate noises fill the grass;

The only flakes its spaces know

Are petals blown off briers long,

And heaped on blades below.

Ah! dawn and dusk, year after year,

’Tis more than these that keeps it rare!

We see the saintly Master here

Pacing along the alleys fair,

And catch the throbbing of a song

Across the amber air!